Setsuna Higashi

[passifloraincarnata]

● SETSUNA HIGASHI
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[passifloraincarnata]

[sleep is for people that aren't used to functioning on Real Nightmare Hours as if they're functioning like they weren't. Catra knows this; Setsuna knows she knows this, because they're both well acquainted with their mutual tendency to just fail to sleep much or at all, some nights, and isn't going to do anything so cruel as discuss what they both know aloud.]

[so she smiles, and doesn't consider if eating anything this late will give her weirder dreams or not.]

Of course. I don't mind leftovers, anyway. Especially not if they're made by - [is it too soon for "friends?" it might be too soon] - a good roommate.

[heterochrocatic]

Well. I just didn't want it to go to waste.

[ It's not like she likes Setsuna or anything. Hmph. Catra rubs the back of her neck a touch awkwardly, then slouches back in her chair. ]

Plus this whole cooking thing broke up how boring this place is.

[passifloraincarnata]

[she smiles a bit wanly down at the food, pausing for a breath before actually digging in.] ... it's nice to have something to do, isn't it? Instead of all this ... waiting for the next shoe.

[she doesn't say "other shoe"; there've been enough shoes dropped already, between the sentient office supplies and the exceedingly awkward office party and the - everything else, that it's well past just one shoe in this metaphor, by now.]

[and then she takes a bite and tastes the food Catra made, and is momentarily struck silent, eyes wide.]

[heterochrocatic]

What shoe?

[ Sorry, Setsuna, Catra doesnt really get that particular idiom. She straightens a little as Setsuna takes a bite and goes silent. Catra's tail, already lazily flicking before puffs up a little and starts to go even faster. Catra is tense. For some reason it feels more important that Setsuna like the food than Dave. ]

If you don't like it, it's fine. I'll just eat it or something.

[ Better put up those defensive walls now. Just to be safe. This is stupid. Why did she think Setsuna would like her food? Why did she think it was important for Setsuna to like her food? ]

[passifloraincarnata]

... when one foot comes down, there's always another one waiting. You always want to watch out for the other shoe, right?

[she puts one hand to her mouth, gingerly, then takes another bite, and her entire face brightens, any hint of sleepiness dispelled by satisfied joy. her eyes glisten a little with - a combination of gratitude and some pride oon Catra's behalf.]

No, no ... it's not like that - it's really good, Catra.

It's really good.

[heterochrocatic]

[ Catra feels her whole face grow instantly warmer as she watches the expression of happiness and satisfaction spread across Setsuna's face. And it only gets worse when she explains that no, it's actually really good. Oh God. She looks away, huffy and stand-offish. ]

Well yeah, of course it's good.